My favorite collected poems: Agha Shahid Ali
Friday, April 22, 2011
STATIONERY
The moon did not become the sun.
It just fell on the desert
in great sheets, reams
of silver handmade by you.
The night is your cottage industry now,
the day is your brisk emporium.
The world is full of paper.
write to me.
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